My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 73 *cough cough*, I'm their boss!

"You'd better let me go, you have no idea who's backing me!"

Vance's face was covered in blood, but his mouth remained stubborn.

Snapped!

Lu Yiming raised his hand and delivered a huge blow.

"Damn it, do you want me to be afraid of the general attacking, or afraid of Epstein crawling out from underground to take revenge on me?"

Vance spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned maliciously: "Kid, I lost this round, but we'll meet again someday..."

boom!

Lu Yiming was too lazy to listen to these harsh words. He slammed the butt of his gun hard on the back of Vance's head, knocking him unconscious.

The world is quiet now.

He grabbed Vance by the collar and dragged him back to the factory ruins like a dead dog.

The counterfeit money factory has collapsed into ruins.

Fully armed police officers, covered in dust and dirt, crawled out of the ruins, escorting several surviving members of the counterfeit money ring.

"Damn, you guys are really lucky to be alive."

The moment this group saw Lu Yiming, their eyes burned with hatred, as if they wanted to devour him.

Especially that old man Kevin who makes the printing plates.

His reading glasses were shattered and hung down, and his clothes were tattered.

"Weren't you introduced by Quentin?!"

"You liar! Didn't we agree to be counterfeit money artists together?!"

Lu Yiming shrugged. "Sorry, I'm a police officer. Quentin, whom you mentioned, has also been arrested."

"No, he escaped last night." A helpless voice came from the side.

Marcus brushed the dust off his body and climbed out with the help of the police officers.

Lu Yiming was somewhat at a loss.

What's going on? With so many of you, you can't even keep an eye on a cripple who's lying in bed with a broken leg?

Marcus blushed, looking extremely embarrassed: "A few people rushed in last night and rescued him. I don't know where they hid him."

This is definitely another case of a mole leaking information within the police department.

But who saved him? It couldn't have been someone from the counterfeit money ring.

Lu Yiming suppressed his anger for the moment, putting on a concerned expression: "Deputy Director, are you alright? Are the brothers all alright?"

Marcus coughed twice: "It's nothing. We just brought the suspect out before the explosion. Only a few of the brothers had minor abrasions."

Others are still searching the ruins, looking for any survivors who may have escaped.

Lu Yiming cursed inwardly, "You guys took so long to come, I had to fight a dozen people inside."

"The tracker's signal kept dropping. After finally locking onto the location, we realized that the car couldn't get into the mountains at all."

Marcus shrugged. "Luckily, your FBI senior colleague arranged for a Coast Guard helicopter for us."

Lu Yiming nodded. It wasn't their fault; this desolate place was surrounded by military-grade signal jammers.

Fortunately, things went relatively smoothly.

Vance was captured alive, and the entire counterfeit money ring's headquarters was completely wiped out.

"Where is our Director Gu?" Lu Yiming asked.

"Ahem, we can't call you Director Gu anymore, we have to call you Mayor Gu."

"He just became mayor today, and you've already given him such a huge achievement. Your position in the police department is now secure."

Just then, a homicide detective excitedly ran over, carrying a lump of metal.

"Boss! We dug a safe out of the rubble."

When they cut it open, it was full of cash, estimated to be over three hundred thousand US dollars!

Marcus paused, somewhat surprised: "Such a large counterfeit money factory, only a few hundred thousand real bills? That's so few?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming coughed awkwardly twice.

Report: The rest of the money is in the bag I'm carrying.

"Boss, what should we do with this money?"

Marcus didn't even hesitate. "Of course, we'll take it all back and register it as stolen money."

"Ahem!" Lu Yiming coughed twice, interrupting Marcus.

"Deputy Director, I think you've made a mistake."

He walked between Marcus and the officers, saying, "I'm the head of the homicide unit, and he's asking me a question."

Turning his head, looking at the police officers covered in mud, he loudly announced:

"Listen! All the counterfeit money must be handed over in full; it's evidence."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "But if it's real money... I see some of the brothers risking their lives today have even gotten injured."

He reached out and patted the safe in the officer's arms.

"This real money doesn't need to be put into storage. Distribute it all to the brothers here, consider it medical expenses!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire ruins fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, a cheer erupted!

"Boss! You're so nice!"

"My God! Really?!"

That's over three hundred thousand US dollars! Divided among these dozen or so brothers who went out on field missions, each of them would get more than twenty thousand dollars!

The young officer immediately beamed, stood at attention, and saluted: "Understood! Thank you, boss!"

Then, without even glancing at Marcus, he grabbed the box and went to tell his brothers to divide the money.

Marcus stood there alone, his mouth slightly open.

What does this mean?

I've been promoted to deputy director? How come I'm all alone now?

Lu Yiming grabbed Marcus's neck.

"Deputy Director, don't be so rigid."

Lu Yiming lowered his voice, "We Chinese have an old saying: 'If the water is too clear, there will be no fish.' Aren't we brothers risking our lives to support our families?"

Seeing Marcus's constipated expression, Lu Yiming patted his chest.

"Don't worry, I know the rules. Your share will definitely be the largest."

Marcus sighed heavily.

Now that things have come to this, what else can we do but let them be? After all, they are the ones who made the greatest contribution.

On the ruins, the police officers were working enthusiastically to distribute money and land.

All the officers who came to provide support received a thick stack of Franklin, and their faces beamed with smiles.

"Boss! You're like a second parent to us!"

"Boss Lu! From now on, the entire police station will follow your orders!"

"Anyone who dares to say a word against Boss Lu, I'll be the first to crush their balls!"

An older police officer even ran up to Lu Yiming, took out a handkerchief, and offered to wipe his shoes.

Awesome! That's fucking awesome!

As Lu Yiming carried the canvas bag filled with two million yuan, he received the crowd's worship and suddenly began to understand the people of his motherland.

There had been some gossip in the police station before.

They said he was a rookie who had only been with the company for a few days, so how could he have become the head of the homicide squad so quickly?

Some people say that Gu Qiu deliberately took care of her fellow Chinese.

The veterans were somewhat resentful.

And now? Completely silent.

Even their breathing sounded obsequious.

In the capitalist world of America, it's better to give someone a beautiful knife than a knife.

Following other leaders, I drank instant coffee every day and listened to nonsensical grand theories.

Follow Team Leader Lu, and you can earn tens of thousands of dollars in cash just by going on a police call!

Even a fool knows which option to choose.

Without spending a single penny of his own money, he used a fraction of the counterfeit money group's hundreds of thousands of dollars to win over the entire crime squad.

He himself comfortably kept the two million he had embezzled.

They made a fortune.

This is a method that allows you to use other people's money to do your own thing and still gain the unwavering loyalty of your subordinates.

This is Lu's management philosophy.

"Alright, alright! Put the money away and shut your mouth."

Lu Yiming clapped his hands and announced loudly, "We're retreating!"

Police officers escorted the suspects onto the helicopter.

Marcus stood there, blinking, looking somewhat bewildered.

I am the commander of this operation, why is no one consulting me?

"Deputy Director~"

A police officer poked his head out of the cabin. "We can't take that many people this time. Why don't you stay here with a few of your buddies and wait? We'll come back for you after we finish this trip!"

As he spoke, the police officer pulled Lu Yiming onto the plane.

"Boss, boss, slow down, be careful not to bump into something!"

Rumble!

The helicopter took off, kicking up clouds of dust.

Marcus got a mouthful of dust, watched the helicopter disappear into the distance, and was completely speechless.

Damn it, these bastards are all opportunists!

……

Inside the helicopter, the wind howled.

Lu Yiming, holding a canvas bag, looked out the window at the receding mountains and forests, feeling great.

This trip was dangerous, but it was definitely worth it.

Although Gu Qiu's promise to take his position after dismantling the counterfeit money ring was just empty talk, the two million US dollars were already in his hands.

Not only did they recover half of the previous loss of four million in counterfeit money, but they also began to win over the hearts and minds of the police.

As long as I have men, guns, and money, I can take any location I want and rob it myself!

Drop drop drop.

Just as he was figuring out how to spend the money, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Lu Yiming took out his phone.

Somewhat unexpected

This phone doesn't have a SIM card inserted. How come there are messages?

Upon opening the screen, I discovered it was a message from the "Legendary Criminals Chat Group."

Holy crap, these people can send messages without internet or a telecommunications service provider?

When he saw the message that popped up in the group chat, he was completely stunned.

Uncle from the island: Anyone want to watch a movie?